by Cara Adams
There were steaks and hamburgers, a quart of ice cream, some ribs, and then he found what he was looking for, a tray of ice cubes. He filled the oven glove with ice and returned to the fire.
Wade was just coming back from his suitcase, holding the paddle he used for displays, the one with a heart shape embossed on it, lube, condoms, and a pair of handcuffs. Along with the ice and the fire, that should be enough for tonight.
They’d all taken their boots off hours ago, but now he unzipped Adelaide’s jeans and opened them, smoothing his hand over her belly and pelvis. Her eyes closed, and she sighed happily.
Wade kneeled up by her head and slowly began pulling her sweater over her head while Mason concentrated on rolling her jeans down past her hips. He moved as slowly as he could bear to, running his hands up and down her legs and gradually sliding the jeans off. He kissed her hipbones and licked a line across her belly before stroking her legs and removing her socks.
Wade had her sweater off and was petting her skin under her T-shirt, so Mason settled himself between her legs and inched her panties down, licking and sucking her flesh as he went. He had to move back to pull them completely off, but immediately afterward, he slid between her thighs and licked her seam, tasting the rich scent of her honey as he did so. Oh yes, she was aroused and ready for them.
When she was naked, Mason and Wade rolled her onto her front and handcuffed her wrists together with her arms stretched above her head. Of course she could easily move them, but he guessed she’d understand there was a reason why they’d done that and play along with them, leaving her arms as they’d arranged them.
“See my paddle? Run your fingers over this area. That heart shape is going to be embossed on your ass.”
“I hope there’s a mirror in the bathroom so I can see it later.”
Adelaide was almost giggling with delight. Mason’s heart swelled with happiness. She wanted this game as much as he and Wade did. She was perfect for them. By the end of the week he fucking hoped she knew that and that all her doubts and hesitations had been wiped away. They were going to be in a shitload of trouble if she still wouldn’t contract to be their sub because there’d never be a better opportunity to demonstrate their love to her than this week.
Wade kneeled beside him now. Wade was closer to the fire and Mason on the other side of Adelaide, both of them level with her delicious ass. Mason nodded, and Wade paddled her ass firmly, leaving a series of overlapping pink hearts. The moment he stopped, Mason took a handful of ice cubes out of the oven glove and rubbed them on Adelaide’s back. He smoothed them up and down her spine, letting the moisture pool on her lower back just above her ass. His fingers were freezing cold, but he rubbed some more ice cubes across her shoulders and then put the glove down.
Her entire body had jerked when he first touched her with the ice, but she’d acclimatized to it quickly, not speaking, but not tensing her muscles either. Truly she was the ideal sub, ready to trust her Doms to plan the perfect scene for her.
Wade was holding a thick piece of wood in the flames of the fire. When Mason put the ice down, he shook the burning brand, letting the embers fall on Adelaide’s back where the ice had been rubbed.
The tiny sparks flared and then died on her cold, damp flesh. Wade moved the brand over her back again, carefully dropping a few more embers on her skin. One must have landed where the ice hadn’t been because she jerked, but whatever she’d been about to say was bitten off instantly, and she made no more sounds.
Mason grabbed an ice cube and rubbed it over the small red spot on her back and then paddled her ass hard and fast with the heart paddle. That should focus her mind on something other than the burn. He’d iced it immediately so it wouldn’t blister. None of the embers would leave more than the feeling of a mild sunburn by tomorrow, if that much of a memory. Her ass, though, might be a little sore. That should remind her of her need for them both, her need to become their sub formally.
Wade picked up the lube and began working on her ass while Mason took the wet glove and dumped the last of the ice in the sink, hanging the glove over the faucet to dry out overnight. He pulled the bedding down and got undressed. It was time to move to the next part of the program.
* * * *
Adelaide was hotter than fire, and that had absolutely nothing to do with the fucking flame that had burned her back or the logs burning brightly beside her. It did, however, have absolutely everything to do with the two men who’d teased her and with Wade, who was driving his finger deep into her ass, making her crave a cock in there.
Long ago she’d had anal sex with Trey. He’d loved it, and she’d accepted it as an excellent means of preventing pregnancy. There was no need to worry about condoms breaking or the Pill failing when he fucked her ass. But she never really had good orgasms from that style of sex. Tonight, however, she was positive she’d have a good orgasm. She knew these two men would be considerate lovers who would ensure her pleasure.
At first Trey had been caring. Later on sex had been more mechanical. Something they did because they hadn’t seen each other for weeks, rather than something that had meaning or was special anymore.
But it was time to forget Trey. He was long gone. Tonight was all about her very first ménage sex. Mason, Wade, and herself. Damn, she was going to be disappointed if they didn’t double fuck her. She wanted that so badly she could scarcely think past the idea.
Wade pulled her up onto her feet, and she held her hands out to him. “I need these handcuffs off please.”
“The night isn’t over yet,” he replied.
“Yes, but I want to touch you both now.”
Mason shook his head. “We aim to control what you do.”
“That’s not fair. I’ve been looking forward to touching you both all night.”
“But it’s not your decision. It’s ours.”
“Well fuck.”
“Oh, we’ll definitely be doing that,” said Wade.
She had to laugh, but she still wanted to stroke their chests, to touch their cocks, to suck their nipples. Hmm. She might have to get creative about how to achieve what she wanted.
Mason lay down on the bed and pulled her on top of him. His body was hard and muscled, his legs rough and hairy. Now she was so very close to his face she could see the start of bristles growing on his chin. Not designer scruff exactly, just the very beginnings of new-growth hair.
Purposefully she rubbed her cheek against his chin, feeling the delicious roughness of the tiny brown shoots. She pushed her cuffed arms up and over his head, resting them behind his neck. Now she could hold his head and direct him where she wanted him at least a little bit.
Mason gripped her hips and drove his cock inside her in one long, deep, powerful thrust. Adelaide opened her eyes so wide with shock that her eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. Wow! She hadn’t been expecting that. She was instantly full, stretched, and there was a slight burn as well. He was a lot bigger than the damn vibrator they’d made her use.
Wade moved up behind her and leaned over her back. His skin was hot and slightly damp against hers, but it was wonderful to be held like this between two hard naked bodies. They were both fit, muscled, and toned, although Wade was long and lean, rather than stocky. Even Mason, who was broader everywhere than Wade, didn’t look like a body builder. They were just men who kept fit, and their bodies demonstrated that fact quite clearly.
That’s right. Neither of them was panting when they arrived at Gate 21 at the airport. I was and so was that poor porter pushing the wheelchair. But Wade and Mason weren’t. So yes. They’re absolutely fit all right.
Adelaide was distracted by Mason holding her chin and pressing his lips to hers. Mmm. He was a mighty fine kisser. His lips were demanding, and he called hers to obey him. She wiggler tighter against his body and let him turn her head as he wanted to, lining their mouths up together perfectly as he licked along her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth.
The sharp flavor of the spi
ces from their meal was still present on his tongue, and she sucked it, reveling in the man taste hidden under the spicy food taste. Mason’s tongue dueled with hers and then ran riot around her mouth, sliding over the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth, along her cheeks, and then back to play with her tongue again. And all the while his cock was still deep inside her cunt.
Wade’s cock was at her back door, pressing firmly to gain entry. Finally he inched his way inside, and Adelaide’s eyes flew open again. Her pussy was so full already with Mason’s large cock. Yet Wade was gradually sliding deeper in her ass as her tissues stretched and rearranged themselves making room for him. Adelaide remained totally still as Wade pushed in farther and farther until his balls were pressed tight against her ass and his hands rested on her waist.
Since Mason was still holding her hips, and her own hands were cuffed and behind Mason’s neck, the two men were in complete control of her. Likely that was a good thing, as she’d never done this before, whereas they probably had. At least they seemed to know what to do. She was willing to be led and guided by them. Damn, it felt good, though, to be so incredibly full inside, so stretched and possessed by the two men. It was also amazing to be jammed between their bodies like this, skin-to-skin front and back with the two most amazing men she’d ever met. The only two men she wanted to be with ever again.
And that was a truth she was coming to see more and more clearly all the time. The reason why she was so emotionally tied in knots right now was because she knew she wanted to be with Wade and Mason. Not just in bed like now, but in the dungeon and in real life as well. If she hadn’t been so attracted to them, so intensely invested in the outcome of this week away, she wouldn’t be so worried about their species.
The other wolves at The Dom’s Dungeon had never caused her the distress these men did. Simon was a stern but very capable leader. He was never still, always moving from the itch under his skin caused by his wolf. But that didn’t worry her at all. Naturally she didn’t understand his feelings, but she accepted them as one of the quirks he had. Rather like Juliana’s bright red hair. Her hair was just a part of Juliana. Being a wolf was just a part of Simon. Now she needed to take the step to see that Wade and Mason were the men for her, wolves or not.
But right now it was impossible to think about anything other than being fucked. All her nerve endings were aroused by the fullness of her cunt and her ass and the amazing sensations of their bodies pressed to hers.
“Are we just going to lie here like this all night, or are you going to fuck me? Because right now nothing much seems to be happening,” she complained.
As she’d half expected, the men’s hands left her waist and hips, and several hard slaps landed on the sides of her thighs. Actually she didn’t mind that at all. It was rather erotic.
“That was okay. Do it again.”
“I knew I forgot to pack something. I forgot the ball gag,” said Mason.
Adelaide giggled, but Wade answered, “I have a T-shirt that might work.”
However, he made no effort to pull out of her ass and go get it.
Mason did claim her lips again, which effectively prevented her from speaking. She didn’t mind. He was an excellent kisser, and she was more than happy to stay lip locked with him for as long as it took them to get ready to fuck her.
When the men pulled out together from her, it was almost a shock. She went from stretched wide to accommodate them both to totally empty in a heartbeat. There was almost a sense of loss, of abandonment, even though she knew they’d be thrusting back inside her in a second or two. But the absolute difference from full to empty was so extreme it was hard to assimilate. Fortunately it was only momentary, and they filled her again only a few heartbeats later. Adelaide waited, holding her breath, eager to know if her emotions would be so extreme the second time.
She was a little better equipped to cope with the transition the second time and relaxed the time after that. But it was still difficult to get her head around the concept that two men fucking her so unbearably slowly was the most intense experience she’d ever had.
Mason and Wade pumped into her together again and again, gradually moving faster and faster, thrusting harder, ramming deeper inside her than any man had ever been before. It was torture not being able to use her hands. Adelaide desperately wanted to stroke their faces, to grip onto their shoulders, to ride the waves of passion as an equal contributor. The fucking handcuffs prevented her from doing what she so badly wanted to do.
She wiggled her hands against the bedding until she had complete control of Mason’s head. It wasn’t as good as gripping his shoulders, but at least she had something to hold on to. And her legs and feet were free, so she ran her toes up and down the men’s legs. Already she could tell who was who. Mason’s legs were much hairier than Wade’s. Not that she’d ever even seen their bare legs until right now, but she could feel the difference quite easily with her toes. That was good because it meant she was sure she was petting them equally.
Soon, though, she lost the ability to concentrate on what she was doing. She hadn’t stopped to consider just how amazing two men fucking her together might be. There was so much happening at once. It was much more than simply being surrounded by two men and being fucked by two cocks. The entire experience went beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. There were mouths on her lips and on her neck, kissing her in two different places at once. There were hands everywhere. On her waist, her hip, her back, her cheek. So many hands touching her so erotically in different ways and using different rhythms.
And then here were the cocks pounding into her in time with each other, doubling and amplifying the effect of their possession of her most intimate areas. Her entire body was building toward an enormous orgasm. Even her fingers and toes were curling up tightly, preparing themselves for in the imminent explosion. Yet she didn’t want this ever to end, this amazing feeling of passion, of fullness, of being driven higher and higher with every stroke. It was too good, too incredible, better than anything she’d experienced before. Hell, it was better than anything she’d even imagined.
“Oh God!”
Adelaide snapped her mouth closed and rested her face on Mason’s shoulder as her body began to shake. For long, long moments she had absolutely no control whatsoever over her arms and legs or any other part of her body as her cunt and ass convulsed together, sending the climax roaring through her faster and harder than any other orgasm before.
When it began to die down and Adelaide thought it might be safe to open her eyes and mouth again, the two men withdrew from her, waited a second, and then jack-hammered into her fast and hard.
Of their own volition, her eyes slammed shut again. Only now did Adelaide understand how considerate they’d been, holding themselves back until she’d come. Soon there were identical blasts of heat in her cunt and in her ass, as the men found their own releases, and their strokes gentled until they held her lightly and rolled them all onto their sides.
Wade pulled out of her ass first and climbed off the bed. “First a shower and then a snack while we plan tomorrow, I think.”
Adelaide wiggled until she could free her arms. “No. First you take the handcuffs off me.”
“Damn. I wish I’d remembered to bring a ball gag,” said Mason.
Adelaide frowned at him, but she wondered what they had brought with them. There was the paddle for a start. What else had they packed to use on her?
Chapter Six
Wade was not particularly domesticated. Oh, his mom had trained him to throw his dirty socks into the laundry hamper, not on the floor, but when it came to cooking, unless the food came in a box with instructions as straightforward as those on the sticky note on their dinner last night, he was fairly helpless. Normally that didn’t matter. The food at The Dom’s Dungeon was well above average. While he worked there, he’d never starve.
But it did make it a little difficult right now. He couldn’t expect Adelaide to be their chef for the enti
re week. He took a package of hot dogs out of the freezer. They could cook them on sticks over the open fire this evening. In the refrigerator he found apples and pulled out some of them as well. Apples cooked on sticks were pretty good too. Potatoes and corn, with some foil to wrap them in, were next. They’d cook in the coals of the fire while they roasted their hot dogs. All right, that was lunch, or possibly dinner, organized. But what about breakfast?
With such a nice lunch, surely cereal would be good enough for breakfast? There was a choice of Corn Flakes or Cheerios. Either of those should be okay. He pushed the food he planned to cook in the fire to one end of the counter and set the cereal in the center. He put the coffee on to percolate, added a loaf of bread, peanut butter, honey, and a jar of grape jelly, and located the toaster. Right, breakfast was ready.
As soon as Adelaide returned from her shower, looking as fresh and pretty as ever, he called out, “Mason, get your ass over here for breakfast.”
Mason groaned and rolled out of bed, pulling on his jeans and joining them as Adelaide settled onto a stool.
“Thank you for getting everything ready,” she said.
“Notice she didn’t say for cooking?” teased Mason.
“Hey, I did more than you. And I’ve planned our lunch as well.”
Before Mason could reply, Adelaide asked, “Is there half and half for the cereal? Or milk? Or even juice?”
“Juice? For cereal?”
“It tastes good on Corn Flakes or muesli. I’ve never tried it with Cheerios though.”
Wade found a can of orange juice and opened it. “I need to experience this for myself.”
They all had orange juice on their cereal, Mason tasting his tentatively, and Adelaide eating hers happily. “It’s different but not too bad. It would certainly be an excellent standby if we ran out of milk one day,” he said, sliding some bread into the toaster.
As they ate, Mason asked Adelaide, “What would you like to do first? Walk around the forest a little or ride a dirt bike while we show you some of our favorite places?”